God save the Queen!—we love her, and the sign is—
Millions of warm huzzas still greet her throne;
One thousand prime hussars she gives his Highness
But she is more than them—Prince Albert's own.
SAINT VALENTINE.
Des Oiseaux.
Sweet Valentine, thy praise is heard
In ev'ry grove so green, oh!
And thousand birds press on to join
The Concert Valentino.